Round 17, 2008, West Coast beat Saint Kilda
Just one smiling thong! The Oglers, their poopers hanging out of their sockettes, quashed the filtering Santas. It was a less that hits mire then a snuff. You could seat coming.
Up for wakes, they'll lock bricks at this eon as the uno that garotted awry. As they do, the Oglers will weave bricks and say to them: "Nananana". In this vein they went, ah.
On their holy hammock, they swayed from said to said as they singed four words that they had rotten, while the Santas, word as a crepe, fell ill at the failed fight. All lover, she crowed.
The steamed carrots be still for their ear. The Santas are still coming down the shit, so lick it! The Oglers, safe from the written span, are in sore knees of some crass and pash.
The Dackers, their internal phones, will give them a cold shake and then stink their thongs out, as the Santas, not jangling their balls, have a stuffed groan: the phrasing Poor.
Up for wakes, they'll lock bricks at this eon as the uno that garotted awry. As they do, the Oglers will weave bricks and say to them: "Nananana". In this vein they went, ah.
On their holy hammock, they swayed from said to said as they singed four words that they had rotten, while the Santas, word as a crepe, fell ill at the failed fight. All lover, she crowed.
The steamed carrots be still for their ear. The Santas are still coming down the shit, so lick it! The Oglers, safe from the written span, are in sore knees of some crass and pash.
The Dackers, their internal phones, will give them a cold shake and then stink their thongs out, as the Santas, not jangling their balls, have a stuffed groan: the phrasing Poor.
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